You are at your desk at the office. Working late, just as a young employee should.
The phone on the table, it begins to ring, resounding echoes in the otherwise empty and dark office halls.
*ring ring*
*ring ring*
"In my office. Now."
*click*
Your boss, having given you your most recent assignment, was on the phone.
He has no predisposition toward tardiness or inefficiency
"Come in."
I say as I hear you knock at the door
Sitting in my chair, the computer monitor in front of me, as I see you, easing backwards as the chair rolls in reverse...
"Please, take a look..."
Pointing at the screen, asking you to stand at the recently created space between the table and I. The expression of someone who has already made his mind up
"Come. Here."
As I repeat, condescendingly...
"I had asked you to take the old records on file and digitize them on this sheet... Now, not only are they wrong, but you have made the job twice as hard to complete."
*Standing up*
Grasping your little face in my grip, squeezing your cheeks against your teeth, forcing you to look at me...
"Shut your mouth and look at this sheet."
Twisting your face back to face the screen
"You have fucked up. Despite my repeated reminders for you to sort your crap out. You've been slacking off and now you've wasted the time of your supervisor, and everyone else involved."
Letting go of your mouth as I grab your wrists and hold them behind your back, slamming your torso flat against the table...
"You need to be shown the consequence of that."
My hand, pulling your little taut skirt up and over your shapely derriere
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
My large rough hand coming down on it, hard
The loud slap echoing in the empty office hallways
"Yes?"
"Count. Until you've received what is apt. Yes?" I repeat...
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
I feel your body resist and thrash against my grip as you are explicitly reprimanded like this. The anger and helplessness combined as you viciously struggle to get out of this absurd predicament.
Harder this time, almost savagely. Pushing your body against the oak table for emphasis
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
"I asked you a question. Do you understand?"
The voice of you yelling out, the prospect of your bottom surely being reddened by its treatment...
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
"You are terribly incompetent. I said, do you understand you nonce?"
You begin count now, as I continue to go forth, being even more savage upon your delicate cheeks below...
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
"Now, did I ask you to stop counting?"
Yanking you onto your feet so you can face me. Looking into your defiant eyes as I look for the answer.
My bearded face stern and set in stone, large frame towering over you, in a crisp gray suit clinging to my body like a glove as I hold you in place with one hand holding both your wrists.
"You are unwilling to learn."
"You cannot follow directive."
"I should teach you that. You need be taught discipline."
Pushing you against the table again, aiming low, just over and behind your parting crotch
*THWACK*
Your back arching your chest out as I hold your hands behind your back. Your face and eyes red. Your outfit rumpled as your tight skirt clings above your waist.
My feet now, kick your legs apart, as I make you take a most indecent stance while being admonished
*THWACK*
"Go on..." hearing you count
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
"Continue..."
Pulling on your wrists as your bosom lifts off the surface of the table
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
My eyes catching the glimpse of your breasts straining against the fabric of your blouse
*THWACK*